So, today, my challenge (and I had no choice but to accept it) was to get that terrifying pile of crap into two very scared little suitcases. After evaluating, re-evaluating, and finally wrestling the two suitcases shut, we ended up deciding that we needed to use different suitcases. (We meaning my dad who was still awake and my mom who was due to wake up in like two hours.) Success was met when the scale in the bathroom showed the two as weighing a healthy, but respectable, and more importantly: permissible, 46 and 49 pounds (the unit of mass measurement, not monetary value.) It still doesn't feel real though. Tomorrow at 7:30 I depart to a place that is colder, wetter, and where the people talk in a "proper sort of way." (And put their periods outside of the quotation marks.) I wonder if the American accent is thought to be ugly?
I guess I'm soon to find out.
I was hoping to be in bed by 11PM. That obviously didn't happen.
I was hoping to be in bed by 11PM. That obviously didn't happen. 
2 comments:
ahhh! i can't believe you're over on that side of the ocean now, and i'm back here! i just got back about an hour ago and i don't even know what to think anymore. i'm excited to read all about your adventures though :)
Oh baby. I really really do hate packing. But yeah for getting it done. I wish I had been there to delicately force you to pack, as you always do for me!
LOVE!
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